Hoft. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Ann Page: faid I well Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.» Hoft. Let us wag then... -Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. A CT III. SCENE, Frogmore near Windfor EVANS. [Exeunt. I pray you now, good Master Slender's fervingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you look'd for Matter Caius, that calls hinfelf Doctor of Phyfic? Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-wary, the Parkward's every way, old Windfor way, and every way but the town way. 4 '' ཙཏྠ གསཙྩཱ Evs. I moft fehemently defire you, you will alfo look that way, aft Simp. I will, Sir sat bis bery Eva. 'Plefs my foul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling of mind! I fhall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's coftard, when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Ple's my foul ! [Sings, being afraids By shallow rivers, to whofe falls (18)150 A Melodious birds fing madrigalls; (18) By shallow rivers,] The flanza, which Sir Hugh repeats here, is part of a fweet little fonnet of our Author's, and printed among his poems, called, The Pelionate Shepherd to his Love. MILTON was fo enamour'd with this poem, and the Nymph's Reply to it, that he has borrow'd the clole of his L' Allegory, and Penferofa from them- I don't know, whether it has been generally obfervid, but its with wonderful humour, in his finging, that Sir Hugh intermixes with his madrigal the first line of the 137th finging ffalm. There There will we make our peds of roses; And a thousand fragrant pofies. i batas By fhallow'Mercy on me, I have a great difpofitions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigalls When as I fat in Pabilon; and a thousand vagram pofies &c. By bender he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh, Eva. He's welcome. By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls Heav'n profper the right; what weapons is he? Simp. No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Mr. Shallow, and another Gentleman from Frogmore, over the ftile, this way. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms. OM DOY N¶ C Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. How now, mafter Parfon good morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamefter from the dice, and a good ftudent from his book, and it is wonderful. Slen. Ah, sweet Ann Page! Page. Save you, good Sir Hughest Bom J Eva. 'Plefs you from his mercy fake, all of you. Shal. What the fword and the word ? do you stud them both, Mr. Parson Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hofe, this raw-rheumatick day?.. Eva. There is reafons and caufes for it.. Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, Mr. Parfon. Eva. Ferry well what is it we viclinh vậ Page. Yonder is a moft reverend Gentleman, who, belike, having receiv'd wrong by fome perfon, is at moft odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you faw. Shal I have liv'd fourfcore years, and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, fo wide of his own respect. Eva. What is he? 1 i Page. I think, you know him; Mr. Doctor Caius the renowned French phyfician. Eva. Got's will, and his paffion of my heart! I had as lief you should tell me of a mess of porridge. L Page. Why? Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen; and he is a knave, befides; a cowardly knave. as you would defire to be acquainted withal.. Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him. Slen. O, fweet Ann Page! Enter Hoft, Caius, and Rugby.. Shal. It appears fo, by his weapons: keep them afunder; here comes Doctor Caius. Page Nay, good Mr. Parfon, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good Mr. Doctor. Hoft. Difarm them, and let them queftion; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. Caius. I pray you, let a me speak a word with your ear: wherefore vill you not meet-a me? Eva. Pray you, ufe your patience in good time. 8 Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog. John ape. Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-flocks to other mens humours: I defire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends; I will knog your urinal about your knave's cogs.comb, for miffing yourM meetings and appointments. TUM DOW Caius, Diable Jack Rugby, mine Hot de Farteerps have I not stay for him, to kill chim have bnot, at dem place I did appoint? og me hot gader-bed I do Eva. As I am a chriftian's foul, now look) you this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine Hoft of the Garter. valt 02 6 ad li woy Hoft. Peace, I fay, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer and body-curer. Caius. Ay, dat is very good, excellent. Hoft. Peace, I fay; hear mine Hoft of the Garter. Am I politic? am I fubtle? am I a Machiavel? _shall ! I lose my Doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lofe my Parfon my Prieft ? my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the noverbs. Give me thy hand, terreftrial; fo: Give me thy hand, celeftial: fo, Boys of art, I have deceiv'd both: I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your fins are whole, and let, burn'd. fack be the flue. Come, lay their, fwords to pawn. Follow me lad of peace, follow, follow, follow Shal. Trust me, a mad hoft. Follow, gentlemen, follow.. Slen. O iweet Ann Page! [Ex. Shal. Slen. Page and Hoft., Caius. Ha do perceive dar? have you make a-defot of us, ha, habrow did vd of anger of de Eva. This is well, he has made us his vlouting fog, I defice you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together to be revenge on this fame fcald-fcurvy-cogging companion, the Hoft of the Garter. Caius, By gar, with all my heart; he promife to bring me where is Ann Page; by gar, he deceive me NA Mrs. PageAY, keep your way, little gallant you were wont to be a follower; but now you are a leaderWhether had you rather lead mine eyes,ndrseyel your master's heels hot vom i sred Rob. I had rather, forfooth, go before you like a man, than follow him like a dwarf. Mrs. Page. O, you are a flattering boy; now you'll be a courtier. Enter Ford. Ford. Well met, miftrefs Page; whither go you? Mrs, Page, Truly, Sir, to fee your wife; is the at home show & I me Ford. Ay and as idle as he may hang together, for want of company; I think if your husbands were dead, you two would marry. Mrs. Page. Be fare of that, two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock? Mrs, Poge. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my hutband had him of: what do you call your Knight's name, firrah ? Reb. Sir John Faftoff Ferd. Sir John Faiftaff? Mrs. Page. He, he, I can never hit on's name; there is fuch a league between my good man and he. Is your wife at home, indeed ? Ford. Indeed, the is... her. Mrs. Page. By your leave, Sir; Iam fick, 'till I fee [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes? hath he any thinking fure, they fleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty mile, as eafy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve-fcore; he pieces out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion and advantage; and now he's going to my wife, and Falfieff's boy with her. A man may hear this fhower fing in the wind and Falstaff's boy with her! good plots; they are laid, and our revolted wives fhare damnation together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife; pluck the borrowed vail of modefty from the fo feeming miftrefs Page, divulge Page himself for a fecure and wilful Acteon, and to thefe violent proceedings all my neighbours thall cy, aim. The clock gives me my cue, and my affurance bids me fearch; there I fhall find Falstoffe I thall be rather praised for this, than mocked for it is as pofitive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there I will go. To him, Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Holt, Evans, and Caius. Stal. Page c. Well met, Mr. Ford. Ford. Trust me, a good knot; I have good cheer at home, and, I pay you, all go with me. Shal. |